No emblem of the love I feel           

             Appears within my view;           

             Less ardent, or less pure the zeal,           

             Less tender, or less true!           

                        

             All I can do is to avow,           

             My services are thine;           

             And that my spirit still shall bow,           

             Before my Valentine.           

            

            

       VI.     

       THE LOVER'S APOLOGY.     

             I look'd into her eyes,           

             And saw something divine,           

             For there, like summer lightning,           

             Swift coruscations shine.           

                        

             Still flashing, and still changing,           

             Attemper'd soft and bright,           

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